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Mark was across the table, laughing with a colleague. He didn’t see. He never saw.

He quit two weeks later. Not because I asked him to, but because he said he couldn’t work for a man who saw his wife as a prize. We started a small consulting firm from our dining room. It pays less. But Mark comes home for dinner now. And the only boss in this house is the orange cat sleeping on my keyboard. My Husband-s Boss -v0.2- By SC Stories

“But the police will,” I said. “And so will the ethics committee at your corporate headquarters. I’ve been documenting everything, Julian. Every email. Every gift. Every unwanted touch. You just handed me the final piece of evidence on your own key fob.” Mark was across the table, laughing with a colleague

“I told the board we needed a home security audit,” he said, stepping inside as rain dripped from his coat. “Hope you don’t mind the intrusion.” He quit two weeks later

“Because I needed to make sure you’d still have a job when it was over.”